From Up Here

Jane’s eyes snap open. The sounds and smells of the world accost her senses. Her recollection runs her through the last few moments leading to her sitting, confused and lost. She is running from the man, feeling that she might be even running from her past. Suddenly, in a blaze of motion and numbing chaos, she is in the middle of field. Naked and free she knows this was where she belongs. All other fears and thoughts melt away. The crystal blue sky hangs lazily over her head. Its gentle fingers pull back her hair and kiss her face. Peace is the only option here, peace and nothing else. A multi-colored sea of flowers sways around her. The waves of petals that blow off the surface cascade across her body, silk and satin against her skin. Climbing to the top of a fallen tree, dried and fossilized, she sits and breaths a little easier. Worry is nothing, pain and confusion cleansed from her mind and life. Jane watches the clouds drift by. Without thought or realization, the world slowly bleeds into hues of gray. Jane focus is solely on the clouds and the puffy mists that whirl and turn in the sky. Suddenly the mellow white of the clouds flashes and blinds her.

Jane is sitting again, but in a plastic chair in the middle of a train station. Open in front of her is a locker door. The door is familiar, but nothing is in it. A draft from the over-powered air conditioning sets a scrap of paper to flap subtly in the empty space. Jane leans forward and sees the writing etched across its surface.

“They’re looking for you, Jane. Run. Run now.”

Jane runs. The new and uneasy sensation of metal pressed against the small of her back is distracting. She knows what it is and doesn’t dare pull it out. She runs until her legs burn and eyes blur over with sweat. Jane runs.

As inspired by this photo by Scott James Prebble.

I hope it will suffice.